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faderift2022-02-11 10:35 am
sparklequeen) wrote in faderift2022-02-11 10:35 am
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Just a little adventure, really quick, in and out. Back before you know it. | Closed
WHO: Glimmer, Abby, and Ellie
WHAT: Three girls get assigned to do a job together and two of them get along two cats in a sack. Surely nothing can go wrong.
WHEN: Sometime in mid-Guardian/mid-Pluitanis
WHERE: The Fallow Mire
NOTES: Violence done to zombies/demons at some point; possible discussion of past traumas and conflicts. Swearing. Lots of swearing.
WHAT: Three girls get assigned to do a job together and two of them get along two cats in a sack. Surely nothing can go wrong.
WHEN: Sometime in mid-Guardian/mid-Pluitanis
WHERE: The Fallow Mire
NOTES: Violence done to zombies/demons at some point; possible discussion of past traumas and conflicts. Swearing. Lots of swearing.
Glimmer had been excited to finally get assigned a little 'project' with Ellie and Abby. At least, that had been the first reaction--something to do with two people she liked! Then after that initial excitement had faded, there'd been a grim realization that Ellie and Abby got along about as well as fire and water.
Maybe this wouldn't be so fun. The feeling of apprehension had grown and grown as the date for their departure had loomed closer and closer until at last, early one morning, they had loaded up Blanche and Artichoke with rations, camping gear, and everything else they'd need for a jaunt to the the Fallow Mire. Surprisingly, Abby and Ellie while still tense didn't seem on the verge of killing each other at the drop of a pin, which was a relief. Naturally, though, Abby had to ride behind Glimmer.
As they finally had made landfall, Glimmer was taking a moment to stretch herself out as she surveyed the marshy island that was going to become their base of operations. It was relatively flat at least, about 100 meters long and 20 across. The edges of the swampy spot were muddy (everything was muddy, but it was extra muddy) and twisted swamp trees sprouted, offering shelter and casting looming shadows that got worse as the afternoon dragged on.
Tugging the panniers off of Blanche, she turned to look back at the other two setting up camp.
"We might need to switch up who rides which griffon. That or make sure they get some good rest..." She gave Blanche a good pat on the flank.
"So, money on the carts just being abandoned or whether we actually run into anything?"